Gypsy Violins in Budapest

We’d heard news that the city was flooded with refugees seeking asylum from war-torn Syria. Everyone I spoke to was persuading me not to go to Budapest.  But I had roots there, and I’d never been as to close to it as I was then.  It was only a 7-hour train ride from Prague, so …

I Stopped Off at a Cracker Barrel in Zephyrhills

I drove down I-75, for the wedding of my brother’s son Hills rose from the south, ghost called out old sounds of the swamp Yea the air was warm and the road was my own The land I’s born, my ol’ childhood home I stopped off at a Cracker Barrel in Zephyrhills Yea parked the …

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